take the straight and stronger course to the corner of your life.

las fallas is this "huge" festival in spain where they build these statues that all have some sort of political or pop culture satire in them and they light them on fire and run around the streets in their usual debaucherous (not a word) states. i say "huge" cuz everyone told us it was going to be way crazier than carnaval - but carnival was a huge botellon in the streets with a huge crowd of people and las fallas was just a bunch of freaks watching fire all spread out over the city. little did we know that the fallas were made out of styrofoam so the spanish are singlehandedly adding to the thinning of the ozone layer...but it doesn't really matter to them seeing as how theyre all for lung cancer. we ended up having alot of fun - not really cuz of the festival but.....give us carnival fatboy food and a means to find an adventure and were pretty much golden. we climbed up to the top of this mountain that had a 360 degree panoramic of fireworks all over the city. we layed on the wall and shared bottles of tinto and watched the sky light up all night long. then of course we got hungry and said heyyyy maybe we will do what we actually came here for so we watched the tallest falla burn and fill the sky with black smoke as we enjoyed 30 dollar hot dogs. the usual. we didn't exactly have a place to sleep so we had to sleep in the car. wasn't too bad. there was 4 of us. sara wasnt exactly the most comfortable. she slept on top of the center console. i assumed the fetal position in the back seat and had to get up every hour and roll over sara nick and ace to pee outside in the freezing cold. but adventure it was - and we actually slept a good 5 hours and woke up to have a delicious spanish meal. not. drove another 5 hours to madrid. went to the wrong hostel. had an old woman in her leopard print skivvies answer the door and give us a room. crookers was insane. we danced the night away and met them as they were leavin the stage. drove two hours the next day to find spain's first taco bell. sara fell up the stairs and threw our tray of food 6 ft in the air. the usual. the freedom of having a car and being able to drive it wherever you want and stop on whatever random road you want is a beautiful, beautiful thing.